As
Angela Merkel this week genuflected in an obscene show of gratuitous and
fawning grovelling before the bandit state of Israel, a 'nation' born in
a sea of blood and built upon the corpses of murdered Palestinians and
desecrated centuries-old orange groves, the people of Germany,
privately, or after-hours in local cafes and taverns among trusted
friends and neighbours, seethed with barely repressed rage.

"She said we only exist to enrich them, or words to that effect," a
usually reserved and mild-mannered local restaurateur told me as I
dropped by for cigarettes. "Why doesn't she just move there? The
Israelis can keep her because we don't need her. She's done nothing for
us!"

The proprietor looked out across the empty tables that, eight years ago,
were all fully booked from Monday through to Sunday. Despite an up tick
during the World Football Championship year of 2006, she's running at a
loss again. She wonders how much longer she can keep her family business
going. She wonders why the German government has betrayed her by
attacking the middle class.

"All they care about is Israel. Nothing's too good for them, especially
my taxes."

Merkel got a good press this week. Germany's best-selling tabloid gave
her the Schindler treatment. She pretty much apologised for being
German, for even daring to set foot on such holy, immaculate ground.
Just think of the poor Jewish microbes that must have died underfoot as
she strolled around Tel Aviv on the last leg of her visit. Six million
of them? Prophecy fulfilled? One shudders to think.

"The [alleged] holocaust fills us Germans with shame," she told a
jubilant Knesset on Tuesday last, onion in hand.

Well, I'm sorry to break the news to you, Mrs Merkel, but that's simply
not true. It's your capitulation to the dark, Satanic forces of Zionist
evil that fills the German people with shame.

"The security of Israel is for me as German Chancellor never
negotiable," Merkel went on.

Unlike the security of the German people who increasingly find
themselves living in fear of gangs of marauding immigrants who have
taken up Federal Republic passports yet can barely speak one word of the
German language, or of the thousands of hardened criminals, burglars and
drug mules who have crossed the line from the east unchecked, thanks to
the treasonous Schengen Agreement and the recent abolition of proper
border controls.

"Compassion arises from taking responsibility for the past," she
continued.

Was she about to mention the demonically violent theft of Palestine by
the Stern Gang and Irgun terror squads, the Zionist's 1948 bombing of
the King David Hotel, the vicious Israeli attack on the USS Liberty, the
Sabra and Shatilla massacres of Palestinian women and children as they
lay sleeping in their tents, the illegal and murderous invasion of
Lebanon, and the continuing genocide of the Palestinian people who are
being starved to death and used as moving skeletal targets by sadistic
Israeli soldiers and airmen?

Don't hold your breath, folks.

"Only if Germany admits to her Nazi [ethnic nationalist] past can the
future be humane," she declared without any reference to the apartheid,
ethnic nationalist state of Israel. Not even a wry smile, the slightest
smirk, or a telling nod and a wink to the Shining Ones in the front row.

"Anti-Semitism [criticism of the state of Israel and the perniciously
evil ideology of Zionism] must never be tolerated in Germany or in
Europe," she went on, adding that 'holocaust denial' [the practice of
asking troubling, science-based questions about anomalies in historical
reportage] must be punished wherever it's found.

Well, you can start with this writer, Mrs Merkel. You know where I am.

"Me too," said 74-year-old Alfred as he took a seat next to me in a
local tavern that evening. "They died the same way we did at the end of
the war: through starvation and disease. In fact, they probably had it
better. Millions more of us Germans died of starvation and illness back
then."

Three million, according to 'After the Reich: A Brutal History of the
Allied Occupation' by Giles MacDonogh, an establishment British
historian. A German Shoah. A real holocaust. But one about which nothing
is ever said in German schools or the media.

Alfred is on his second Ebbelwoi, an extremely potent fermented apple
brew, and I order another coffee.

"Kabbalism
is a form of black magic," I explain. "Voodoo for Jews. Each letter in
the Hebrew alphabet corresponds to a certain number, and by simply
placing a special mark above any given letter in a sentence, the Rabbi
not only changes the entire meaning of the sentence, he consciously
performs an act of numerological magic. It's Satanism, of course, for
which Jesus condemned them."

"Oh, yes, I now that," Alfred sighs. "That's why they killed him. So
it's all about black magic then ... this special 'six million' figure?"

"Yes," I tell him, wishing it otherwise. "Even where the German
government has acknowledged overestimations, they religiously stick to
the sacred 'six million' figure. For instance, camp museum officials
have downwardly revised the Auschwitz death toll from four million in
1945 to just over one million in 2005. According to Russian archives,
the real number of inmates who died there was 73,137 and the gas chamber
you see on show today was built in 1948 to back up the Shoah narrative,
which stipulates a 'holocaust', meaning a 'burnt offering' as a
sacrifice to their conception of God. The German government accepts this
privately, as it must, yet they will never admit it publicly. The sacred
number cannot be abnegated, for it is upon that Kabbalistic figure that
the state of Israel derives its mystical, Judeo-Masonic justification."

"Yes, because it's their unified ideology, regardless as to their
assumed political affiliations. It's the religion of a new world order,
partially achieved here in Europe, which is their plan for an Antichrist
global government that will take its seat in Jerusalem. If any one of
them ever feels tempted to tell the truth, he is pulled back into line,
blackmailed, discredited or assassinated."

"What about ordinary members of the government?" Alfred queries.
"They're not all part of this Satanic elite, are they?"

"Not all of them," I answer. "But the information is made available to
them in the form of a veiled threat that has the effect of initiating
them into the mysticism that enshrouds the issue. Each week, for
instance, representatives read a confidential newspaper published
especially for them, called 'Das Parlament'. On page 19 of the fifth
edition, published on 24 May 1997, the entire holocaust saga was
explained as a sacrificial ritual myth. The article is republished
regularly. They all know it."

"Isn't that treason, knowing the truth and not telling the citizenry?"

"Treason against Germany and the German people, yes. Treason against the
Federal Republic, which is itself unconstitutional according to a
Federal Constitutional Court ruling handed down on 31 July 1973, no.
That's why members of the Bundestag keep their mouths shut. In this
crazy world in which we live, telling lies will earn you promotion but
telling the truth will get you killed and your passing will be written
off as an accident or suicide."

"Möllemann?"
says Alfred, his eyes quickening.

"He [Jürgen Möllemann, former government minister and a leader of the
Free Democrats] began to rebel. He started telling the truth. They tried
to bring false charges against him, but they were proven groundless.
They panicked. You see, the Federal Republic, whose authority derives
from the holocaust religion, cannot exist without its 'twin', Israel,
and Israel cannot exist without its 'twin', the Federal Republic. They
are destructively self-reinforcing entities."

"So that's why they killed him?"

"They have to kill anyone who cannot abide living a lie, because for
such people blackmail, character assassination, slander, fines or
imprisonment cannot silence them. They will kill me too one day, perhaps
quite soon. It's a congenital thing with me, and there's no cure. I've
been threatened before, by MI6, several times between 1996 and 2001. But
I can't keep myself from telling what I perceive to be the truth,
because it is the holocaust deception that is responsible for the chaos
of the last century and which is leading us all toward a planned and
limited nuclear war aimed to scare the crap out of us, sufficient to our
actually demanding a fully dehumanised new world order should the
scheduled Second Great Depression not do the trick."

"So that's why Merkel wants German soldiers in the Middle East," Alfred
tuts as he excuses himself for a moment. "Perhaps they want to add
another three million Germans to their tally, just to even things out
according to their strange mathematics."

The tavern begins to fill up with the usual regulars and I glance at the
day's 'Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung', a broadsheet that aims at
objectivity but always misses on one particular issue. Charlotte
Knobloch, Chairwoman of the Central Council of Jews in Germany, is
ecstatic in her approval of Merkel, describing her as "a real friend of
Israel". Guido Westerwelle, leader of the Free Democrats, is fulsome in
his praise of the Chancellor: "Germany will stand by Israel in the face
of all threats, especially those emanating from Iran."

"They are not empty words," Merkel had emphasised, meaning Germans are
going to die for Israel. It's a done deal. But how many? Three million?
Could Alfred have a point? After all, aren't twins supposed to resemble
one another? In terms of Israel and its relationship to the Federal
Republic, are we dealing with some kind of 'evil twin' syndrome playing
itself out on the world stage as an exposition in duality for the
entertainment of highly sophisticated psychopaths?"

Gerhardt, a paunchy computer boffin, grimaces over his beer. "Forget it,
Katharina. We've seen this shit before. If you're not used to it now you
never will be."

I
feign indifference and continue reading. Merkel had left Israel with the
usual promises of helping to bring peace to the region: a region that
had known nothing but peace up until the violent Zionist invasion sixty
years ago (and there's that magic '6' again). For centuries,
Torah-observant Sephardic Jews and Palestinians had lived happily
together, helping each other out when needed, as good neighbours often
do. Then they came, the Ashkenazi Jews, with their forged dollars, their
bombs, their assault rifles, their Babylonian Talmud, their Kabbalist
Rabbis, their wicked hearts filled with hatred and violence.

And so began the Palestinian holocaust. Sixty years of land theft,
murder, rape, pillage, psychological trauma, false flag operations and
Jewish terrorism. And yet Merkel has the audacity to say: "As we speak
here, thousands of people are living in fear of the rockets and terror
of Hamas."

Hamas, established with Israeli money (American and German taxpayers'
money) to act as a competitor to the PLO and a militant agent
provocateur committing deeds that would enhance public perception of the
unlawful and unscriptural state of Israel, could never hope to compete
with the savagery and viciousness of the IDF and a myriad of covert
state-financed paramilitary groups. But killing non-Jews (Goyim:
'cattle'), sanctioned and encouraged by the unexpurgated Hebrew-language
edition of the Talmud, has always been the favourite pastime of these
anti-humans.

The proprietor of the tavern has switched on the television for the 'Tagesschau',
the eight o'clock round-up of the daily news. Angela Merkel's face hoves
into view.

"I
hate her," says Katharina. "I hate that bitch."

There is an audible murmur of consensus throughout the tavern, now quite
full. These are country people, but many work in the city or one of the
outlying towns away from the foothills. They are average, middle-income
Germans. They are hardworking, intelligent, caring, nurturing people.
And they are angry.

A
news report makes reference to the five Israeli Knesset members who had
boycotted Merkel's speech, saying that German should never be spoken on
Israeli soil, let alone in the Knesset. The camera closes in on them
standing against a railing. Their leery faces are lit up by real hatred,
demonic hatred: a hatred reserved for all Goyim, but especially Germans.

"Why do we tolerate this?" asks someone standing behind me.

"Because we're cash cows," comes another voice, "and cash cows get
milked all the time. Merkel, the Jews, the bankers, the politicians.
They milk us for every cent we've got and it's never enough because in
their eyes we're only animals to be abused at will. But somehow we've
grown used to it. There's no leaving the farm."

"This never-ending holocaust shit stinks," the proprietor says, drawing
a small glass of beer. "I'm sick of hearing about it. When will it ever
end?"

"Never," I reply, "unless the truth be told by everyone with eyes to
read and a willingness to defy the traitors in Berlin. How many millions
of us can they intimidate or send to jail? For how much longer can they
rig elections before the spiel is up?"

"You're an Englishman," Alfred says, now back on his seat. "But we
Germans don't rebel. We're not French. We don't take to the streets.
There'll never be a revolution in Germany."

Katharina takes a sharp intake of breath. "It's coming, Alfred. Whether
communist, or nationalist, or, I don't know, from another direction.
It's coming, and when it happens, things will just explode and Merkel
and her gang will be on the first flight out to Israel."

"You are the revolution," I tell Katharina. "Every German who has been
forced to endure the new system of servitude by which we are all
expected to live is the revolution. You've all got to learn to fight for
yourselves, for your family and for your nation, and not look to
political leaders who will only sell you out once the dust has settled."

The tavern is now packed and the debate has taken on a life of its own.
As is the tradition in Germany, folks take care not to speak at the same
time, each hearing the other fellow out until he has said his piece;
each speaking from the heart and from the soul in a way that would
stagger those who believe the true national democratic spirit is dead.

"Look at us here," I tell Gerhardt and the others as the proprietor
switches off the television. "We all know the holocaust is occult
bullshit. We all know we're living in a time of lies and hoaxes and
propagandistic, warmongering deception. We all confess with our mouths
that we are being squeezed every which way by the role- playing
parasites in Berlin, Washington, Paris, Tel Aviv and London. But out
there, in the streets and in your workplaces you say nothing for fear of
the Jews."

"It's stated repeatedly throughout the New Testament," I add. "Those who
wanted to do good things lived in fear of the Jews. It's Easter, right
here in the heart of Europe, and yet out there we scurry around with our
mouths closed and our heads bowed for fear of the Jews, as if everything
that Jesus said and did counts for naught."

"So when will it end?" the proprietor asks again.

"It will end when you decide it should end," I reply. "It will end when
you collectively take back this beautiful country, Germany, from those
who have stolen it from you. It will end with a spontaneous outpouring
of anger in one huge act of patriotic defiance, or with a series of
individual acts of defiance, which will multiply exponentially
throughout this land as more and more people take courage from one
another. You're not alone and you never will be."

I'm tired and it's time for me to go. The proprietor stands me a Cola
and the others a schnapps. It's on the house. We raise our glasses. "Prost!"

I
slowly make my way back home by foot and choose the strangely haunted
path that runs along the far side of the forest. I ask myself, "Who are
these people among whom I have lived for sixteen years?" They are the
same as my people, the English. They are still strong. They know the
truth, even though they are afraid to say it beyond the safe confines of
the neighbourhood tavern, and, armed with this truth, they have the
power to free themselves from the shackles of this evil, mischievous
system that seeks only to destroy the natural European and the freely
available treasures of life. But in a way, I shall always be a stranger
to them, just as I was a stranger in my own country.

I
reflect upon what Katharina had said. Does it really matter who takes
the lead, whether communist or nationalist? Yes, it does, because
international socialism is Judaism for the Goyim. The newly re-founded
Communist Party, 'Die Linke', are currently running at 14 percent in the
opinion polls, virtually replacing nationalist parties as havens of
dissent almost overnight. That's no accident.

The Pharisees have always controlled rival factions, playing both sides
against the middle and then the middle against itself. It's an esoteric
art. They've been doing it for centuries: at first by taking control of
the financial system, and then, with growing brazenness and
self-confidence, the media, the education system, the 'opposing'
political factions, the establishment Christian churches and, finally,
the government.

They have a timetable; they know what's coming, and the communists
represent their insurance policy. Having eaten our substance and
unleashed a global economic meltdown that will leave them holding most
of the gold reserves, handsome portfolios of real estate and any other
commoditised asset you care to mention, including our homes and what's
left of our publicly owned infrastructure, they must ensure that the
game of smoke and mirrors remains in place. They must protect what they
have stolen and they shall do so by positioning themselves as our
saviours.

When the time comes for apportioning blame, it is their puppets who will
be pointing fingers and yelling, "J'accuse!"

They will give us all a new kind of international communism, one long in
the planning and already being fashioned right here in Germany. They'll
give it a new name and carefully align it with the eternal Cult of the
Holocaust to pacify Judeo-Christians and blend political dogma with
false spirituality and the sense of a perpetual, guilt-ridden
indebtedness to the Jews and the diabolic Zionist state of Israel. I
know all their works.

Count the numbers in the occult Star of David by focusing on its
geometry. It's the number of a man, and it is the mark of this world:
the beast system. Under no circumstances let this mark, the hexagram,
guide your thinking or work your hands, even though one day your
decision may mean that you lose your job or are in some way denied
permission to buy and sell in order to survive. Some of us have already
experienced these impositions.

Many of you who think you are Christians have already taken the mark
upon your head, integrating it into your thinking. If you did so
unwittingly then you are safe, but you must move quickly to protect
yourself from those who want your soul for keeps: the Zionists and their
co-religionists in Judeo-Freemasonry and Judeo- Christianity.

If
you cannot yet see it clearly yourself, but somehow perceive that you
are being artfully manipulated by forces unseen, then you must open your
eyes to the truth and learn all you can, while you can.

Your survival depends on it.

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Michael James, an Englishman, is a former freelance journalist. He has
been resident in Germany since 1992 with additional long-haul stays in
East Africa, Poland and Switzerland.